Chapter 2499: My Wife Is a Pirate 29

The Slaughter Wave Pirates were well-trained; following orders, they ventured and climbed over.

Seeing this, the other bound fishermen also cried out for help.

Hai Shisan's eyes darted; while cutting the ropes, he shouted, "That won't do! Saving people costs extra—you have to pay more silver!"

The Ghost Head Pirates flew into a rage, cursing, "What the hell is wrong with you! We're all pirates, why put on this righteous act!"

"Kill them, especially that Bu Zhangji! I've hated him for a while!" the Ghost Head Pirate chief, hiding behind his men, shouted hoarsely.

Jin Chen heard this, and his brow twitched slightly.

Ling Gun Gun was cold, 【Oh~ truly clueless pirates.】

The great white sharks beneath the surface grew more agitated, deliberately ramming the Ghost Head Ship's hull and sides with their massive bodies.

The Ghost Head Pirates finally sensed something wrong, shouting in terror, "Mom, boss! This is evil!"

"Over there is a person……that tall guy—he can command the sharks!"

Someone pointed at Jin Chen, who merely seemed to be standing there.

Jin Chen even tilted his head leisurely and let out a clear whistle.

Scare you to death!

The pod of great white sharks slammed even harder!

The Ghost Head Pirates were utterly terrified, knowing that if they kept tangling, even if they weren't overturned by this terrifying storm, they'd end up as shark bait first.

They could only watch helplessly as the fishermen were rescued, and even much of the loot taken from their ship was snatched by the Slaughter Wave Pirates.

Only then did they try, dejected, to turn the ship's bow and flee.

But the Ghost Head Pirate chief obviously wasn't willing to suffer such a loss; at the very moment they were about to break contact, he went berserk, personally lunging to take the helm and slamming the Ghost Head Ship's bow into the Slaughter Wave Ship's bow with all his strength.

Bang!!!

The two massive ships' prows slammed together, the hulls heeling sharply, and those on deck could barely keep their footing.

Just then the downpour poured forth, the tumultuous black sea surface, and icy bone‑chilling seawater instantly flooded the deck.

Bu Zhangji was swiftly caught in Jin Chen's arms.

The two rolled several times on the wet, sloping deck, nearly falling into the sea, but Hai Shisan and the others, quick‑eyed and quick‑handed, desperately hauled them back.

But in the violent collision, Bu Zhangji's forehead struck something unknown, a sharp pain shot through him, his vision darkened, and he felt dizzy.

He let out a muffled groan and went limp in Jin Chen's embrace.

"How are you? Where did you get hit?" Jin Chen asked anxiously, hurrying to check.

Bu Zhangji shook his head, yet couldn't help clinging tightly to Jin Chen, fighting the dizziness, "I'm… fine……"

Only after the Slaughter Wave Ship, under the pirates' desperate control, managed to break out of the most turbulent, violent sea area with a narrow escape.

The storm behind them also eased somewhat.

That feeling—as if their very souls were about to be torn apart and devoured—finally began to fade.

The hollow relief of having survived the calamity weighed on everyone's heart.

——

The Slaughter Wave Ship struggled back to White Wave Hollow; the sea storm had not yet fully cleared.

But compared to the peril at sea, the shore was already a place of safety.

The rescued fishermen, legs weak, helped each other ashore, stepped onto solid ground, and fell into tearful embraces with the family members who had rushed forward.

Many fishermen and their families turned, about to kneel before the pirates on the Slaughter Wave Ship to kowtow in thanks.

Jin Chen keenly sensed that Bu Zhangji's condition was off—his face was deathly pale, his brow furrowed, as if even standing steady was difficult.

He guessed it was from the head injury sustained during the violent hull collision earlier.

Jin Chen worried, thinking to first find Liu Ping'an and have him rush to town to fetch a reliable doctor.

But as he stepped out, his wrist was seized by a cold, slightly trembling hand.

"Where are you going!" Bu Zhangji, fighting waves of dizziness and nausea, his eyes reddened from discomfort and panic, stared fixedly at Jin Chen, his voice growing faint.

"You promised—you must come back to Stone Tower with me! No taking it back!"

Jin Chen saw Bu Zhangji clearly suffering terribly, yet stubbornly clinging for fear he'd run off, feeling both annoyed and heart‑ached.

He turned, locked eyes with Bu Zhangji for a few seconds, then bent down and, without further ado, scooped him up in a horizontal hold.

"Where could I go? It's you who needs to behave."

Bu Zhangji's dizziness surged; he gave up resisting, couldn't help arching his back and pressing his hot forehead against Jin Chen's shoulder.

In the Stone Tower, the nervously summoned old doctor examined Bu Zhangji's head wound, prescribed some external herbal poultices, and instructed.

"Um… sir, your head took a heavy blow—there's bruising, which causes dizziness and vomiting; you must apply the medicine on schedule to dispel the stasis and reduce the swelling."

The doctor's voice trembled as he spoke, after all, he was in a pirates' den.

Hai San, uncharacteristically courteous, paid the consultation fee and then saw the old doctor out.

That old doctor, from initially being terrified, to leaving even felt somewhat strange.

These pirates, it seems, aren't as wicked as the legends claim.